Collaborative Projects

“what matters is not the enclosure of the work within a harmonious figure, but the centrifugal force produced by it — a plurality of language as a guarantee of a truth that is not merely partial.”
― Italo Calvino, Six Memos For The Next Millennium

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative story: The Show Of A Lifetime

Never in his wildest dreams had Terry ever thought he would be part of something so incredible. The phone call from his boss Colin, late the previous evening set the stage, so to speak, for the next few months of his life, and perhaps his future, he thought.  The next day he was on his…

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative short story: Our Grandad

Grandad was your typical old man, a loving husband, father and grandfather who was always the clown, making us grandchildren laugh, pretending to pinch and hide our noses, playing with us, coming down to our level with games that we invented.  He prided himself as no male chauvinist, as are ‘typical of his generation’ he…

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative story: Margaret Connects The Dots

Bessie Mitchell, secretary of Horner Springs Amateur Theatre group smiled as she left the local newspaper office. She had just placed an advertisement seeking actors to audition for the group’s new production. Bessie loved being part of the group and hoped other residents would be as enthusiastic as she was about raising money to help…

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative short story: Every Dog Has Its Day

The Rev Garth Williams gazed out of his vicarage window, across the lawn to the church beyond. The parish of St Paul’s, situated in a rural area of NSW had been under his care for nearly eight years. His parishioners were not overly wealthy, but they were hard working and devoted to Garth, his wife…

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative short story: The Calm

It was hot and hazy and so quiet it was almost eerie. Tree branches were still and the birds quiet, only the occasional ‘baa’ of a baby lamb could be heard. This time it wasn’t the calm before the storm, not as Les knew it. This time he had found peace, even if it ‘rained…

Biyas Dutta and Koushik Saha’s collaborative piece: The last tune

Editor’s Note: This piece of collaborative art-work emerged from the recent incident that made the Tramways stop forever in Kolkata. The residents especially the old generation has almost romanticised the existence and running of the Tram in that city. Kolkata was one with her Tramways and now she is not going to be home to…

Issy Jinarmo’s collaborative short story: A Fortune Won and Lost

Annabelle Archer looked fondly at the photo of her grandparents on the table in the lounge room of her family home. It was a sad day, her dear grandfather Raymond’s funeral and wake. ‘How I will miss you,’ thought Annabelle. ‘You were always such a clown when Jodie and I were growing up.’ Her grandfather’s…

Ishani De and Anindya Sundar Paul’s collaborative piece

Editor’s Note: This piece is a collaborative in true sense of the term. The translator of the original poem (English) wanted the poet’s views to find strength in another language and hence he collaborated with her. Although DoubleSpeak never has published any translation to any other language than English, it made an exception this time…

Oindri Ghosh-Roy and Koushik Saha’s collaborative piece: Dino Story

Editor’s Note: This collaboration is an attempt to encourage the imaginative mind of a child and give her hope that someone somewhere can bring form to those wildly beautiful ideas she carries in her head. Once upon a time, there were two little dinosaurs who hatched from their eggs. When the Sun came up, the…

Ayesha Salahuddin and Anindya Sundar Paul’s collaborative essay: Tere Bin (Without you)

Authors’ note: Even during Amrit Mahotsav of India’s independence, there are citizens who keep struggling for their freedom on a daily basis. But it’s not always the way generally perceived. This is an unusual review where the co-writers deliberately write subjectively referring to themselves in third person.  The very identity of this write-up is subject to…

Issy Jinarmo‘s short story: Birdie, Nat and Mr. Cat

Note: Issy Jinarmo is the pen name for Jill Baggett, Narelle Noppert and Maureen Kelly OAM Birdie had a picturesque view over the sprawling Sydney suburbs from the desk in her brick city unit. Mr Cat awkwardly climbed on her lap as the amber morning sun poured in the window.  “What should I do, Cat?”…

Koushik Saha and Argha De‘s collaborative work: Afterlife

What have we done?  Our cities struggle with our burden as they cough and heave,  Our waters, like an oily film covering  smell of our sin and taint. All this knowledge, and for what? To drown in more plastic? What right do we have to treat the Creator's gift like this?  This world was left…

Koushik Saha and Argha De‘s collaborative work: Through the hourglass

As the smoke from the chimneys  Envelopes and relieves the earth  of our worthless selves, each and every leaf holds on to the green of the chlorophyll in a last act of resistance. With each heave as we leave  the remembrance of our existence behind, Perhaps our ghosts will look on to the  vast emptiness…

Issy Jinarmo‘s short story: The Long Flight Home

Editor’s note: This is another instance of publishing a short story written by three people who has come to find a single identity through their words. The three authors didn’t know each other before they came together in a writers conference and the trying times of the pandemic made them see they can be one…

Hargun Gujral and Koushik Saha‘s collaborative piece: Loss

Editor’s Note: Hargun had a few lines, coming out as stream of consciousness, for the idea of loss. She needed some anchor to just take them out. Koushik who is an artist used his brush to provide that anchor. Thus came into life this collaborative piece taking us through how one can navigate loss. Loss…

Douglas Colston and Koushik Saha‘s Collaborative piece

The writing part was done by Douglas Colston who was inspired by the old scriptures from Chinese, Old Norse and Latin civilisations. His text is somewhat an artistic blend of translation and interpretations. He calls his text as Organising and arranging – including spinning and weaving fabric or composing poetry – may be associated with…

Koushik Saha and Zai Gulmohar‘s collaborative piece: Raining Words

Editor’s Note: This collaboration has spontaneity written all over it. The image came from Koushik with a hope to find some words and DoubleSpeak reached out to Zai who readily accepted to compliment the image with a quick poem. The collaborators do not know each other but their works find a organic connection in this…

DS Maolalai and Gui Moraes‘s collaborative piece: Hum

Editor’s Note: The poem was submitted by Maolalai for consideration in the poem section and yet the need for the sharp edged images were felt to add more layers to the words. Maolalai’s friend Gui came forward to share his work and compliment the words. the city has a hum  like air conditioning in next…

Gemini Lovers‘ collaborative piece: A Hard Life

This is collaboration of what the two writers are seeing in the socio-economic scenario of their our country. Deeply affected by what they see around them, they decided to share their observations with a larger audience others. They have a simple logic for such a collaboration – they love writing and they are both poets…

Linda Crate and Kaushik Saha‘s Collaborative piece: With Nature’s Touch

Poet Linda Crate wrote a poem about nature. The poem could have been existing in its own strength and grace. But transparent water colours from Kaushik Saha promised to add another layer of meaning and interpretation. Linda is from Pennsylvania, USA and Kaushik is from Panagarh, India and yet their expressions found a confluence through…

Amy Bassin and Mark Blickley‘s collaborative piece: Recyclable Glass

My latest ekphrasis collaboration with fine arts photographer Amy Bassin, “Recyclable Glass,” was created a bit differently than our previous ones Usually, Amy shows me an image and if it speaks to me, I write a text-based on it. I wrote “Recyclable Class” in response to an ugly incident I recently witnessed on a New…